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i daydream way too much: about being fourteen again. i wish it was like a groundhog year, that i could live over and over, compressed, which would probably cause it to boil over and gush out happiness but i wouldn't change anything about it and i could rest assured that i wouldn't live to see myself waste time being fifteen like this. pretty soon, however, i'll have time for everyone. this probably doesn't sound like how i want it to come out.